tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285705562015-02-12T09:09:37.921-08:00cactuseatersOccasional updates, reading recommendations, outdoor adventures, and much, much more (and less.)cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.comBlogger904125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-77012521027220901392015-02-10T10:19:00.002-08:002015-02-11T08:25:36.690-08:00Writing and selling nonfiction that reads like fiction: my upcoming class at literary conference in Pebble BeachI'm very excited to announce that registration has just opened up for <a href="http://catamaranliteraryreader.com/nonfiction-with-dan-white/">my writing class</a> this summer at the <a href="http://catamaranliteraryreader.com/conference-2015/">Catamaran Literary Conference </a>down in Pebble Beach. I will share what I know about using techniques from novels and short stories in your memoirs, reported nonfiction projects and essays, and also talk about the literary marketplace and how to get your voice out there. There will be on the spot writing exercises and close readings. &nbsp;This is going to be a great conference. &nbsp;Elizabeth McKenzie will teach fiction, Ellen Bass will teach poetry, and Octavio Solis will teach playwriting. See the website for the full list of authors and participants. I will be there for all three days of the conference with my family, and I'll give a talk that weekend about literary interviews. Very honored to take part in this, and I hope to see you all down there.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-59242310228127222042015-01-14T12:07:00.005-08:002015-01-15T05:16:49.457-08:00Thank you for your 95 suggestions Thanks - &nbsp;I had no idea so many people would write in about this. If I use one of the suggested headers, or even riff on it in some way, that person will get some kind of 'camping book' care package as yet to be determined &nbsp;and a big fat&nbsp;<i>acknowledgment</i>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-45720765447348659422015-01-05T13:38:00.001-08:002015-01-15T05:17:30.780-08:00Seeking suggestions for the title of my next bookhi everyone -- <a href="https://www.facebook.com/daniel.m.white.16?fref=nf&amp;pnref=story">here is the Facebook link to an ongoing 'live" discussion about the pending title of my next book, which involves my camping adventures through history</a>. Many of your suggestions are absolutely hilarious and I appreciate all of them. &nbsp;Anyhow, all of you are giving me hope that I will -- eventually -- come up with a really good title for this book. I am also relieved -- no, thrilled -- to report that I have returned safely for the very last camping adventure associated with this book.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-42955404067630704532014-12-17T11:19:00.002-08:002015-02-12T09:09:37.944-08:00End of the year message, and happy holidays to all of you Hi everyone, and thank you so much for your continuing support and messages and commentary from all over the place including, most recently, Latvia. I appreciate it. Just wanted to ask for your patience. My year-end hibernation is coming up. &nbsp;I am heading toward a summer turn-in deadline for my new book, the same nonfiction project that has taken me into the Everglades and into the High Peaks of the Adirondacks, and also into the Sierra Nevada. And yes, this is the same project that involved a bare-naked campout in mountain lion territory that you've probably heard about by now. Gives me the chills just thinking about that one. When the time is right, I'll tell you all about that, too. &nbsp;I am now getting myself ready for what could be the <i>last </i>research campout for this book -- although there is a chance I'll add yet another one in the coming months. That's the main reason we haven't been having beers together recently or meeting for coffee. It's also the reason that I've flaked out on analog birthday cards lately and have resorted to Facebook birthday greetings. Sorry. I've had some exciting news lately. It was great to be added to the roster of Catamaran literary magazine's<b>&nbsp;</b><a href="https://catamaranliteraryreader.com/conference-2015/">upcoming literary conference in Pebble Beach</a>, my first ever, and in such great company. <a href="http://news.ucsc.edu/2014/10/morrison-davis-q-a.html">I had a great talk for about an hour and a half with Toni Morrison</a> this year, and that was pretty surreal. I am a recent convert to her books and a brand-new super-fan, so it was wonderful to hang out on the phone and ask her everything I wanted to ask. Here is the abbreviated '<a href="http://news.ucsc.edu/2014/10/rev-fall-14-beloved-author.html">feature story' version</a>. There was some great stuff that had to be left on the cutting-room floor because it just didn't fit into the rest of the piece. She kept me on my toes for the entire time. Also, thank you to all of you who have told me they are just discovering <a href="http://www.powells.com/ink/danwhite.html"><i><b>The Cactus Eaters: From Found to Lost On The Pacific Crest Trail</b></i>,</a> my first-ever published book. OK -- that's not the actual subtitle, but I like the sound of it! &nbsp;Some of you have said you feel like I've written that book for you in particular -- and I know that's true. If you are just tuning in and would like to know more about that first book, here is the <a href="http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/2010/10/cactus-eaters-faq-trail-links-and-odds.html">updated list of frequently asked questions and apocrypha, acknowledgements, etc</a>. and&nbsp;<a href="http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/2010/11/walking-in-footsteps-of-john-muir.html">here is a link to reviews and summaries and all else<b>. </b></a>&nbsp;Anyhow, I just want to express my gratitude for all the support -- to the book editor who believed in my second project enough so that he took it with him when he moved to another publishing house, and to every one of you who has been helping to get the word out. &nbsp;if I have a book tour, I would love to meet you all in person. If you are contemplating a hike on the Pacific Crest Trail, yes -- it really is worth it. But if you're craving just a bit more elbow room, you could always take on one of the lesser-known through-hiking options. <a href="http://www.iceagetrail.org/">Ice Age Trail, anyone?</a> Thank you, and I'll see you in the New Year.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-9664378457014255672014-12-12T08:51:00.000-08:002014-12-12T08:53:21.603-08:00My upcoming nonfiction class at Monterey-area writing conferenceThrilled to announce that I will be teaching a class called <a href="https://catamaranliteraryreader.com/nonfiction-with-dan-white/">Beyond the Memoir </a>at the <a href="https://catamaranliteraryreader.com/conference-2015/">Catamaran Writing Conference at Pebble Beach</a>, which takes place August 12-16, 2015. I will be teaching in good company: there will be fiction with <a href="https://catamaranliteraryreader.com/fiction-with-elizabeth-mckenzie/">Elizabeth McKenzie</a>, playwriting with Octavio Solis, &nbsp;poetry with Ellen Bass and Toi Derricotte, and literary detective fiction with John Straley. <a href="https://catamaranliteraryreader.com/conference-2015/">Scroll down for the full list of participating writers.</a> "Beyond Memoir" will be a class about writing voice-driven projects that don't necessarily fit the classic structure of the confessional memoir, incorporating research, interviews and place to open up the book beyond the self, while using voice to enliven the project, engage the reader, and unite the various elements. The workshop will explore this stylistic direction, showcased in the nonfiction works of writers who make characters of themselves on the page to turn their explorations of disparate subjects -- from the secrets of candy-making and distribution (see Steve Almond's <i>Candyfreak</i>) to sexual practices, outer space explorations and the 'curious life of cadavers (see the entire corpus of Mary Roach) into journeys, with readers following along every step of the way. I can bring some recent experiences to bear in this class including the writing of my second book, which is voice-driven but involves a cast of hundreds and several different locales and historical periods. I know it's a while off but I've already started prepping for this because I can't help myself.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-68639244024643752902014-12-10T13:46:00.003-08:002014-12-10T13:48:19.702-08:00Straight out of Santa Cruz: Elizabeth McKenzie's story in the New YorkerOur friend, the talented fiction writer&nbsp;<b>Elizabeth McKenzie, </b>the author of a well-received novel as well as a story collection,<b>&nbsp;</b>showed a short story to our writing group out in Santa Cruz early this fall. It gave me chills; reading it was a waking dream, and I could not stop thinking about it afterwards. Her story made me think about families and the way nostalgia and loss can warp the way we view the past. It also made me think about the way writers cannibalize memories. Anyway, after reading it, I thought, "wow, if only the world could see this story."<br /><br />Well, now it can. The story, "The Savage Breast," appears in this week's <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/fiction-this-week-elizabeth-mckenzie-2014-12-15">New Yorker magazine</a>. Congratulations, Lisa, and here is a <a href="http://www.majnunbd.com/files/NewYorkerNoteSavage.html">nice review that just rolled in from the literary blogosphere.&nbsp;</a>The author of this piece is Majnun Ben-David.<br /><br />And if you're thinking that you're about to hear more from this wonderful fiction writer, your hunch is correct.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-19883408299118087332014-12-03T11:44:00.002-08:002014-12-03T11:45:41.047-08:00My first-ever interview about my post-Cactus Eaters book covering bare-naked camping and much more<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9XH512L9hE/VH9n7OBG1oI/AAAAAAAAA-8/i44tU2LsBTI/s1600/IMG_20140904_190935_360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9XH512L9hE/VH9n7OBG1oI/AAAAAAAAA-8/i44tU2LsBTI/s1600/IMG_20140904_190935_360.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The talented arts writer (and fiction and nonfiction writer) <b>Wallace Baine </b>interviewed me recently about my nonfiction book-in-progress for Henry Holt &amp; Co. &nbsp;I've been keeping mum about a lot of this, and trying, (to quote a former roommate), "not to let the cat out of the bottle" so it was fun to talk about this with him.&nbsp;<a href="http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/arts-and-entertainment/20141203/read-or-die-dan-white-immersed-into-camping-for-upcoming-book-strouds-honor-mckenzie-gets-in-new-yorker">Here is the story.&nbsp;</a>&nbsp;This is not a camping guidebook -- although I will share some ideas and suggestions -- but an affectionate look into camping's strange and beguiling past.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-15511632693718135312014-11-05T11:08:00.004-08:002014-11-22T17:02:16.988-08:00Angela Davis & Toni Morrison on friendship and creativity<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you are juggling several&nbsp;responsibilities and still trying to maintain an imaginative life, <a href="http://news.ucsc.edu/2014/10/morrison-davis-q-a.html">you may find some encouragement in my recent Q &amp; A with Toni Morrison and Angela Davis. </a>Thanks for reading, and sorry for the conflicting fonts.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #676661; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">Dan White:</span>&nbsp;I would guess that even some of your most ardent fans don’t realize that you were an influential editor at Random House for 20 years. At the time, you were bringing out African American voices, including some strong feminist voices, to a wider audience.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">Toni Morrison:</span>&nbsp;Well, I was determined to do that when I came there. There was a lot of activity going on, a lot of activism, and I thought, 'I will publish these voices instead of marching.' I thought it was my responsibility to publish African American and African writers who would otherwise not be published or not be published well, or edited well, and so I brought out works by (Muhammad) Ali and Toni Cade (Bambara) and Gayl (Jones), and I did a whole collection of African short stories and then I did&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">The Black Book</em>, and I thought that was important because I was good at it, because I had read some books by black writers about black things, and they were so badly edited, it made you want to weep. Like&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Roots</em>&nbsp;(by Alex Haley). Have you ever read that?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;I was a kid when it came out. I did see most of the mini-series.<br /><br /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Oh, they just threw (the book) together. It was backward anyway, and they threw in the ending. He says ‘that child was me.’ We knew that in the beginning!<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">To Angela Davis:</span>&nbsp;During her time at Random House, Toni Morrison edited your biography, which was published in 1974. How did that initial connection come about?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">AD:</span>&nbsp; She contacted me. I wasn’t so much interested in writing an autobiography. I was very young. I think I was 26 years old. Who writes an autobiography at that age? Also, I wasn’t that interested in writing a book that was focused on a personal trajectory. Of course, at that time, the paradigm for the autobiography, as far as I was concerned, was the heroic individual, and I certainly did not want to represent myself in that way.&nbsp; But Toni Morrison&nbsp; persuaded me that I could write it the way I wanted to; it could be the story not only of my life but of the movement in which I had become involved, and she was successful.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">To Angela Davis:</span>&nbsp;Your autobiography is very cinematic. I’ve read a lot of your more academic work, but this one is constructed like a novel. In the very beginning, you’re trying to get away from the FBI, and there is this palpable sense of fear. The reader is right in the middle of a manhunt. I was wondering how much of that comes from the influence of your mentor, Toni Morrison.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">AD:</span>&nbsp;The decision to begin the story at the moment when I went underground and then would be arrested was an interesting way of drawing people into a story, the outlines of which they already knew because, of course, my being placed on the FBI 10 most wanted list was publicized all around the country, all around the world. So yes, there was the use of the kind of cinematic strategy of flashback, and this was thanks to input from my editor, Toni Morrison. She did not rewrite things for me, but she asked me questions. She would say, ‘what did the space look like? What was in the room, and how would you describe it?’ It was quite an amazing experience for me to have her as a mentor. My experience with writing was primarily writing about philosophical issues. I really had to learn about how to write something that would produce images in people’s minds that would draw them into a story.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp; Working with Angela was sui generis, and I didn’t just edit her book. I went on her book tour with her; I was her handler! All over. This was before I was Toni Morrison (Morrison’s real name is Chloe Wofford. Toni is her nickname, and 'Morrison' is the last name of her ex-husband.) We were in Scandinavia at one point, and I was a good handler.&nbsp; People would come up to her you, know: ‘My brother is in prison, and I was wondering, could we have a cocktail party (to raise money for him)?’ and the thing was, (Davis) would stop and listen, and say, ‘where is he?’, and I would say, 'Angela, come on!'<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;You seem to be someone who is good at setting boundaries with other people.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Yes. that’s true. I’ve learned three things.&nbsp; I tell everybody that I never used these words much but now I am happy to use them pretty much all the time. One is ‘no.’ The other one is ‘shut up.’ And the last one is ‘get out!’ Now that I have that arsenal, I could go forth. (laughs.)<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;This is a bit of an aside, but it relates to what you just said about creating firm boundaries with people. Once, I saw you reading at Columbia University, and a woman stood up and said, “Toni Morrison, I would love to read you this poem I wrote," and you said, “No.”<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;I said that? (laughs.)<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;To AD: When you were working with Toni Morrison, she was bringing new books to life of her own.<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">The Bluest Eye</em>&nbsp;was written while she was still at Random House. Did you ever have a chance to see her in action, working on a book?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">AD:</span>&nbsp;Absolutely. I had the opportunity to read&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">The Bluest Eye</em>&nbsp;before most people I know were exposed to it, and I can remember that she would write during every spare moment. This is something that really impressed me about her: her discipline, her focus. One time, I was sitting in her house in Rockland County, (New York), and she had to drive in to (Manhattan) every day to work at Random House. I would see her when we were driving in. When there was traffic, she would pull out a little pad and write something or pull out a scrap of paper here or there, and I realized she was living the life of the next novel in her mind, regardless of whatever else was happening. I have always been impressed by her ability to be so focused and to inhabit the universe of her writing while not neglecting the universe that involves the rest of us.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;And she did all this while raising two boys on her own, dealing with the commute, and holding down a high-powered job.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">AD:</span>&nbsp; And she was not a hermit so she also had a very active social life as well. To be able to maintain that focus – this is something she continues to do today. I am impressed by the regularity with which her novels are published. She is always working on a project. She always inhabits that other world.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW to TM:</span>&nbsp;Angela Davis has gone into detail about your relentless drive, about how often you bring out new books. I wanted to know what continues to spur you on in your career at this point. (Morrison is now 83.) Is there some other form you haven’t tried yet, some goal you feel you haven’t met?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;No, I’ve pretty much run the gamut, but writing novels is the world to me, literally. The outside world can be OK or not OK, beautiful or not beautiful, but I am in control here. When I’m writing, nobody’s telling me what to do. The expectations are high because they are mine, and that is a kind of freedom I don’t have anywhere else. Nowhere. I’m not very happy when I don’t have a project. I don’t have to actually be developing a manuscript but if I don’t have an idea about the beginning of it, wondering about it ...<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;This one is for Angela Davis. You’ve been friends with Toni Morrison for 40 years now, and you’ve had a chance to see her work develop and her influence grow. I was hoping you could comment on the way Toni Morrison’s work has influenced the literary world, and the world in general.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">AD:</span>&nbsp;As a result of her work and the work of some others, it became possible to imagine slavery very differently, to humanize slavery, to remember the system of slavery did not destroy the humanity of those whom it enslaved; oftentimes, the assumption is that slavery was all bad, and of course, if you portray slaves as experiencing joy or making music, you somehow violate the ethics of recognizing slavery as evil, but of course, if slaves were not able to reach down and find some humanity within themselves, they would have ceased to be human beings, literally. That is why the focus on reimagining slave subjectivities is so important.&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Beloved</em>, of course, allows us to do this, and it renders a very different approach, not only to literature but also to history and to popular narratives about slave histories. A film like&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Twelve Years a Slave</em>is very important, but at the same time, there was a dimension that was lacking.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW to TM:</span>&nbsp;Perhaps you could reflect on how slavery was portrayed when you first took it on as a subject.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;The way slavery was portrayed was different. It changes when you take away ‘the white gaze.’ All those wonderful writers who wrote after they were freed were writing for abolitionists. They didn’t think I was going to read it, and so they had to please or not disturb white abolitionists with their stories, so you read Frederick Douglass, and I can feel the anger that he erases. That’s not there. If he knew I was reading it, it might be a very different book. Even Ralph Ellison. I tell people he called the book&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Invisible Man</em>. As good as the book is, my initial response is, 'Invisible to whom?'<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW</span>&nbsp;<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">for Toni Morrison:</span>&nbsp;While you’ve dealt with some truly horrific subject matter in your books, including slavery, you’ve also placed a lot of emphasis on narrativizing good in your work. Why is that so important to you as a value in your work? <br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Goodness—there really isn’t anything else that humans ought to be cultivating and living for. The rest of it is petty and selfish, cartoonish almost.&nbsp; I always think of evil with a top hat and a big band and a cape, a cane,&nbsp; maybe some shiny jewelry, so you are very, very attracted by the glitter. I thought the most impressive thing that the Nazis did for their cause was their designer, their uniforms, the length of their boots.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;That, and the power of the loudspeaker.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Yes. Crowds, loudspeakers, a big drama, and people were seduced: those who were not repelled and those who were not slaughtered.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;You’ve mentioned that evil has gotten an enormous promotion in literature while good has been dragged off center stage. You’ve mentioned that goodness often comes across as weak or muffled or silent.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp; It wasn’t true in literature in the early days. There was always a hero who prevailed. As awful as things could happen in a Dickens novel, it ended up with the survival and triumph of high morality, of people who deserved to triumph. But something happened. Now, I’m not entirely sure about this, but I think it is after World War I with novelists at any rate, and certainly some of the war poets. Perhaps they understood themselves as attacking evil but they ended up theatricalizing it and the good people were fairly stupid or unlucky or what have you. There are references in literature to the silencing of goodness … I am interested in pulling from the modern canon what I know and what I believe about this adoration and fascination, this compulsion to display evil. Even if there is a mild attempt to say that it is evil, nevertheless, it’s hogging the stage in many novels. I think goodness is weak in literature almost like it is in the culture. This is just a general observation.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;In light of this, how do you dramatize good in your own stories?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp; For me, there is always an ending in which somebody knows something extremely important that they didn’t know before so the acquisition of knowledge is a gesture of mine toward goodness. The accumulation of events, theories, changes of mind, encounters, whatever is going on at the end of the book, it tends to move toward some kind of epiphany that is a revelation of a better self. Now, there is a lot of sadness and melancholy among the people in my books but strategically, structurally, that is what I think is going on.&nbsp; I might not be the best example of what I am describing in the lecture (in Santa Cruz) but I don’t want to leave a text with the reader hopeless or even helpless, and certainly somebody in there has to survive in the atmosphere of goodness or love, and&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Love</em>&nbsp;is the best example of my books of that.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;In a lecture at the Harvard Divinity School in 2012, you also delved into different interpretations – different theories – about the reasons for altruism. According to one interpretation you mentioned in the lecture, altruism is not an innate value. It has to be taught, learned. With this in mind, do you think novels can, or should, bear an ethical responsibility, a moral weight?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;I would hate to say they bear that weight but it would be more interesting to me if they would examine that (issue) more carefully, not in black and white terms, you know, villains and heroes, but in some other way. I’ve read some interesting definitions of altruism, none of them very helpful or positive. One said it was narcissism,&nbsp; and another said it was kind of a mental illness. The notion of its being taught is the question you put to me. And I thought about that that when I went, as I one often does when the human answers aren’t (satisfying), to the animal world. There is so much sacrifice of the one for the community, whether it is ants who are always trailing back to find the body of another ant, or bats that sacrifice themselves when they hear something to save the cave, or birds that will call attention to themselves to warn the rest of the flock. It’s all over the natural world. Of course, there are lots of instance of sacrifice (in the human realm), parental sacrifices that are well known, and lovers in the history of narrative, but I was just particularly interested in what was happening currently, you know,&nbsp; in the last 40 years. Many writers believe that evil is just more interesting than goodness.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;And you’ve found ways to push the good back to center stage, at least in your own works. One example that comes to mind is your most recent novel,&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Home,</em>&nbsp;where you have forces of good that not are polite, the 'country women who loved mean.' And when someone complains, they say, 'Hush up, hush.'<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;That’s right. ‘Shut up!’<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp; These women will nurse a dying person back to life but they don’t coddle at all. So, clearly, you are making a distinction between these forces of goodness and a kind of sentimentality ...<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Yes, exactly. When their maker said, 'What did you do?', they didn’t want to say, 'Um ...' &nbsp;They had to answer. That is so familiar to me from my family. I am glad you brought up the word sentimentality. It is not that. It is something else that works.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;Their desire to help Cee (an ailing character in the novel&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Home</em>) seems like an innate value &nbsp;and a shared value in their community. But you’ve also had good people going against the collective, like the priest in your novel&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">A Mercy</em>. He takes such a risk when he teaches slaves to read.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Yes. He could be thrown in prison and fined. He had to sneak off and teach them to read. Who knows why he did that? The point is he&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">thought</em>&nbsp;it was a valuable thing to do. And I remember that kid in&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Love</em>who was with a bunch of friends at a party who were raping a girl, and he couldn’t or wouldn’t.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DM:</span>&nbsp;And he gets so much grief for that …<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Yes, he does. That gesture&nbsp; of ‘I will not participate’ – in doing this, he sacrifices his reputation, and therefore, he could be the one at the end of the book who could salvage this woman. &nbsp;I am much more interested in the movement from evil and selfishness to something else.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DM:</span>&nbsp;And you have works that complicate the idea of good and evil. For me, as a reader, one of the most emotionally difficult aspects of&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Beloved</em>&nbsp;is the withholding of judgment of Sethe, the main character, for killing her child. You didn’t seem to be condemning her. The moral weighing is left up to the reader.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM</span>:&nbsp; That was the big deal in the writing of&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Belove</em>d, this story of this woman, Margaret Garner (the real life escaped slave who inspired Toni Morrison’s character, Sethe). And I realized early on precisely what you said: that I couldn’t judge her. Suppose I knew definitely that my boys, my children, were going to be kidnapped, taken off, molested, what would I do? And I couldn’t answer. I answered differently depending on what I thought the danger to them was then. I realized there was only one person who was in the position to make that judgment, and that was the dead child.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;And we do get her perspective in the book.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Yes, this is what she thinks.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;And that moment in&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Beloved</em>&nbsp;in the barn, when Sethe is killing her child, made me think of other mothers and daughters in your novels and these extreme demonstrations of love: the scene where the character Eva, in&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Sula,</em>&nbsp;sets fire to Plum, but she also jumps out the window to save Hannah, and a scene in&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">A Mercy</em>&nbsp;when a mother gives her child away. <br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Yes, extreme forms of love. And the thing is, we think of it in romantic way, but I was reminded recently of somebody in a book one of mine, in&nbsp;<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 14px;">Sula,</em>&nbsp;when (Hannah) said, 'Did you ever love me?' And her mother said, 'I kept you alive.'</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #676661; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;It’s love, and it’s a form of goodness, but there’s something kind of fierce about it.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;In that community they didn’t have anything. They had no water. They were separate from the town. They didn’t have anything except for themselves, and how they handle one another is the way they live in the world.&nbsp; I always think these are the people who don’t necessarily like you but they wont hurt you. They will save your life whether they want to save you or not.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;The good has a kind of bruising quality.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp; Yes. That is my way of doing it.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;You’ve also pointed out narratives that privilege evil, including media narratives, tend to relegate the forces of good to ‘freak’ status. At Harvard, in your lecture there in 2012, you talked about the Amish community, which refused to condemn a man for shooting a group of Amish girls, and even reached out to console his widow.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Yes, and the media twisted it as freakish.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;I think the way you portray good without irony in your books, without that freakishness you just mentioned, would not be at all possible if you wrote from a position of cynicism and despair.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Many writers do write from that position. And, you know, think of the suicide rate and the alcoholism. It is high among the writers we adore. Terrible things happen, and the world is sort of chaotic, and there is nothing anyone can do about it except to acknowledge it. Goodness, or some reach for moral clarity, is either (portrayed as) weak or is confined to the sort of scholastic confining world of religious people, you know, very religious people, evangelical people. I am a Catholic so even there it is very strong, and this an aside, but I guess we are seeing the consequences of religion in Syria. (ISIS) just chopped off some kid’s head – children! – and why? Because they didn’t agree with their system of belief. I know we’ve had this before, back during the Crusades, but there is something about the merging of evil and its theatrics that troubles me, not just in the world. &nbsp;I look for it in the place where I’ve always found wisdom and art, and that is in literature.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;But surely there are times when world events have driven you to despair.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp; Let tell you a little anecdote. You’ll enjoy this. I wrote about this for a magazine.&nbsp; (In 2004) I was writing something and I couldn’t (write), and I was feeling very sad, disturbed, I think. Anyway, whatever it was, it was paralyzing, and a friend, Peter Sellars (the opera and theater director who has collaborated with Morrison), called up, as he often does on Christmas Day or something during the holidays, and he is always up and working. He said, 'How are you?', and I said that I didn’t feel very good. It was sort of a sad time. I said. 'You know, Peter, I can’t write,' and I told him why I thought I couldn’t, and he started shouting, "No, no, no, no!' He said this is precisely the time when artists go to work, not when everything is fine but when things were difficult. Dire. This is when we’re needed …&nbsp; God, think of all the writers who wrote in prisons, in gulags, you know. I mean, it is just amazing, so I felt a little ashamed but very happy that he said that. I've never had a problem since.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #676661; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-top: 0.75em;"><br style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-top: 0px;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;You were a humanities professor for many years at Princeton. Considering these students are high powered, and many are going on to positions of great influence and power, &nbsp;is it the particular responsibility of the humanities professor to use history and literature to teach ethics and moral responsibility?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;I prefer to think of it as moving (students) toward wisdom.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;How?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;By being wise!<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;I’m going to end with a broad question for both writers: Is it possible for a book to change the world?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">AD:</span>&nbsp; Absolutely. I think we would be living in a very different world had we not experienced the impact of Toni Morrison’s writing. There is no doubt about the extent to which she has influenced the literary world, not only in this country but all over. She has actually changed the face of the planet. And I see her as a person who made a conscious decision to use her literary talent to bring new ideas into the world, to change the world, absolutely. And often that happens more fundamentally, more profoundly, than the change that those of us who work at the political level envision. I don’t think that our notion of freedom would be what it is without the impact of Toni Morrison. She said that one cannot be free without freeing someone. Freedom is to free someone else. And of course, those of us who do political work, radical political work, always insist on the importance of transcending the single individual and to think about collective processes, and Toni Morrison has done this in her writing.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW to TM:</span>&nbsp;Is it possible for books to change the world?<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Some do. They just do. And it’s sometimes very difficult to get such books published. Think about James Joyce. You can’t think the same way after you read a certain voice.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">DW:</span>&nbsp;Angela Davis believes this is the case with your books.<br /><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 14px;">TM:</span>&nbsp;Well, I hope she’s right. And I’ve never known Angela to be wrong.</div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #676661; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-14497425921464554752014-10-08T12:50:00.002-07:002014-11-05T11:18:39.190-08:00Cactuseaters feature story with Toni Morrison (read it here. But also read the much more detailed interview that I posted more recently.)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXVv1P2M0yw/VD2cMAdRVpI/AAAAAAAAA30/DQBemQZ9A54/s1600/beloved.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXVv1P2M0yw/VD2cMAdRVpI/AAAAAAAAA30/DQBemQZ9A54/s1600/beloved.jpg" /></a></div><i><br /></i><br /><i>Here is my recent interview about good and evil in literature, among other things. The interview also includes a few words from Angela Davis, who will be introducing Professor Morrison during her upcoming sold-out lecture in Santa Cruz this month. (you can find the same interview online <a href="http://news.ucsc.edu/2014/10/rev-fall-14-beloved-author.html">right here.)</a>&nbsp;By the way I am hoping to release a much more detailed and expanded version of this that has a Q and A format and I will let you know as soon as that happens ...</i><br /><br /><br />At 83, Toni Morrison has no plans to retire. At this point in her career, that kind of drive has little to do with unmet goals; the Nobel Prize winner has written 10 novels, a play, and many nonfiction pieces. Her body of work, including the novel Beloved, which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1988, is already part of the literary canon.<br /><br />But Morrison, speaking by phone in her distinctive low, whispery voice from her home in New York's Hudson Valley, said she just can't be happy without a project. Her creative impulse and her desire for artistic freedom are as strong as ever.<br /><br />"Writing novels is the world to me," she said. "The outside world can be OK or not OK, beautiful or not beautiful, but I am in control here," said Morrison, who still scratches out the first drafts of her novels with a pencil on yellow legal pads. "When I'm writing, nobody's telling me what to do. The expectations are high because they are mine, and that is a kind of freedom I don't have anywhere else. Nowhere."<br /><br />While Morrison was a well-known literary figure before Beloved, that book's blockbuster success took her into the mainstream—a remarkable feat, considering the novel's unflinching look at slavery. Its main character, Sethe, based on real-life escaped slave Margaret Garner, kills one of her children to spare her a life of enslavement.<br /><br />The impact of Beloved—and Morrison's writing output as a whole—cannot be overstated, said Angela Davis, the scholar, activist, and UC Santa Cruz professor emerita who will introduce Morrison at the Peggy Downes Baskin Ethics Lecture.<br /><br />Morrison, through fiction, has made social change, a feat many others haven't been able to accomplish through nonfiction writing and activism, Davis said.<br /><br />"I don't think that our notion of freedom would be what it is without the impact of Toni Morrison."<br /><br />Beloved "helped us think about U.S. history in an entirely different way," Davis said, and Morrison's specificity—including her elegantly crafted characters—helped change "the abstractness of the portrayal of slavery.… It became possible to humanize slavery, to remember that the system of slavery did not destroy the humanity of those whom it enslaved."<br /><br />The two have been friends since the early '70s, when Morrison, while working as an editor at Random House, edited Davis's autobiography. During that period, Morrison was bringing out new works by uncompromising authors including the African American feminist writers Toni Cade Bambara and Gayl Jones.<br /><br />Morrison, once an outsider, went on to change the face of publishing, both as a writer and editor, said Paul Skenazy, professor emeritus of literature at UC Santa Cruz, who taught Morrison's work for years.<br /><br />"At this point, more than a quarter century later, it's hard to remember how compact and insular the publishing world was before Morrison, Maxine Hong Kingston, and others made cracks in it," Skenazy said.<br /><br />Morrison's book Song of Solomon is as smart and evocative as writing gets, Skenazy said.<br /><br />"Her ability in that book to move across fantasy and the hard terms of black life; to turn folk stories into palpable mythologies that rule the everyday; to make a quest of forgotten, unspoken, hidden, and discarded history: These are beautifully entangled in that book."<br /><br /><b>The silence of goodness</b><br />Writing gives Morrison more than the freedom to imagine worlds beyond her own. Her books allow her to explore a topic that has been tugging at her for more than 40 years, and which she will explore during the Santa Cruz lecture: "Literature and the Silence of Goodness."<br /><br />Morrison believes an "obsession" with evil has crept into literature over the past century or so while the forces of good have been driven to the sidelines and compelled to bite their tongues.<br /><br />Morrison thinks this preoccupation, which she credits in part to the horrors of World War I, also holds true in the media. She spoke of news reports that portrayed the Amish community as "freakish" when members of the religious group reached out to comfort the widow of an Amish man who took his own life after committing a killing spree that left five schoolgirls dead. TV broadcasts and newspapers "twisted" what Morrison considered to be a selfless refusal on the part of the community to seek vengeance.<br /><br />She believes the media has a lurid obsession with things like mass killings, brazen kidnappings, and heinous abuse and neglect, and that it is simply "too easy" to let such forces dominate works of fiction.<br /><br />Evil, she says, often has a superficial glamour in stories and novels: "I always think of evil with a top hat and a big band and a cape, a cane maybe, some shiny jewelry so you are very attracted by the glitter."<br /><br />On the other hand, compelling portrayals of good are harder to pull off, Morrison said.<br /><br />Nevertheless, "there really isn't anything else that humans ought to be cultivating and living for," she said. "The rest of it is petty and selfish: cartoonish almost."<br /><br />She talks about her efforts to dramatize good without resorting to sentimentality. She mentioned the strong women who nurse an ailing woman back to health in her most recently published novel, Home. There is nothing warm or cuddly about these "country women who loved mean … They didn't waste their time or the patient's with sympathy and they met the tears of suffering with resigned contempt."<br /><br />But these women are forces for good because they have an innate desire to heal and save lives. "When their maker said, 'What did you do?,' they didn't want to say, 'Well, uh.…'" Morrison said. "They had to answer."<br /><br /><b>Revealing revelations</b><br />Some readers may be surprised to hear Morrison's concerns about literary evil, considering its strong presence in so many of her books, which contain, among other things, a gang rape, gruesome depictions of slavery, and an act of infanticide.<br /><br />Morrison concedes "there is a lot of sadness and melancholy among the people in my books," but "for me, there is always an ending in which somebody knows something extremely important that they didn't know before; the acquisition of knowledge is a gesture of mine toward goodness.<br /><br />"The accumulation of events, theories, changes of mind, encounters, whatever is going on, at the end of the book, it tends to move toward some kind of epiphany that is a revelation of a better self."<br /><br />As Morrison pointed out, during one horrific rape scene early in her novel Love, one character, Romen, refuses to participate and is shunned by his peers. Romen comes to realize he has repressed his instinctual desire to help the girl and ends up reaching out to her.<br /><br />And the infanticide at the center of Beloved is a morally complex act of desperation. During the interview, Morrison spoke of her deliberate withholding of judgment of Sethe. "Suppose I knew definitely that my boys—my children—were going to be kidnapped, taken off, molested: What would I do? And I couldn't answer." (Morrison is the mother of two sons, Harold and Slade; Slade died in 2010 at age 45.)<br /><br /><b>Resisting cynicism</b><br />Morrison said she simply could not create her works if she wrote out of a place of cynicism or despair. This is not to say that her faith never wavers.<br /><br />Sometimes the realm of politics and the cruelty of world events wear her down.<br /><br />Once, 10 years ago, she was feeling especially "sad and disturbed," she said. "Whatever it was, it was paralyzing. Peter Sellars [the theater and opera director, who has collaborated with Morrison] called up as he often does on Christmas Day or during the holidays.… He said, 'How are you?,' and I said that I didn't feel very good.<br /><br />"I said, 'You know, Peter, I can't write,' and I told him why I thought I couldn't, and he started shouting, 'No, no, no, no!' He said this is precisely the time when artists go to work, not when everything is fine but when things were difficult. Dire. This is when we're needed."<br /><br />After that pep talk, she had a realization: "I thought to myself, 'God, think of all the writers who wrote in prisons.' In gulags, you know. I mean, it is just amazing. I felt a little ashamed but very happy that he said that. I never had a problem since."<br /><b><br /></b><b><br /></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-62771089452872910572014-09-08T10:53:00.001-07:002014-09-08T10:53:18.617-07:00Back from climbing Mt. Whitney at 330 a.m. My trusty Mag-lite helped me make my way through the inky High Sierra darkness. Had a fine time up there with the exception of that final ascent, which made me quite woozy and a tad nauseous. Went to Dominican yesterday evening for treatment of minor frostbite but I should be just fine. This is the last camping trip for the book with the exception of the upcoming RV tour of the southwest. &nbsp;By the way, I enjoyed meeting JMT hikers out there and I gave three of them a ride out from Onion Valley to Bishop, where we all shared a good meal at a Mexican restaurant and went out separate ways. More soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-61835688822836914382014-08-18T10:02:00.002-07:002014-08-18T10:11:53.373-07:00On reading The Grapes of Wrath on its 75th anniversary <style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style> --&gt; <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwStXRuLzxg/U_IxDL2Y_gI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6jDC3ZihnoU/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwStXRuLzxg/U_IxDL2Y_gI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6jDC3ZihnoU/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">When I was a Steinbeck Fellow at San Jose State University in 2007-8, I used to drive my rattletrap of a car back and forth between San Jose and San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury neighborhood with <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Grapes of Wrath</i>audiobook playing on my CD player.&nbsp; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><br /><br />I listened to the book twice in a row, all 21 hours and five minutes of it in 42 installments. As the story unfolded, I projected the action onto the land in front of me. While an amoral used-car salesman ripped off desperate “Okies” on their way to California, my own jalopy leaked oil on Highway 280. When Noah Joad disappeared, I imagined him lost in the foothills above Palo Alto. Twice in a row the lapsed preacher John Casy got his head bashed by thug cops while I crossed Church and 22<sup>nd</sup> Street in San Francisco’s Noe Valley neighborhood. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” Casy said to his tormentors as I found myself trapped behind a stalled-out streetcar. To this day, that upscale neighborhood feels like a tragic place; the taint never fades. Never mind that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Grapes of Wrath</i> took place worlds away, in the San Joaquin Valley. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">To me, Steinbeck’s writing, at its best, is a lived experience. It doesn’t matter when or where you read or hear it. No matter how many times I revisit <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Grapes</i>, I fool myself into thinking the Joads will find what they need in California. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>John Casy will survive his confrontation with the police. The heartache and disappointment feel fresh every time. So does the shock of the book’s final image.&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Steinbeck believed in slow writing. It takes <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">forever </i>to get to California. We live through every mile with the Joads and their touring car, overstuffed with belongings and people and always on the verge of breakdown. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">To mark the 75<sup>th</sup> anniversary of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Grapes of Wrath</i>, I got back in touch with my former colleagues at SJSU, including Paul Douglass, an English and American literature professor, and director of the Martha Heasley Cox Center for Steinbeck Studies. “When I think of <i>The Grapes of Wrath</i>, I think of the remarkable way in which it embodies the agony and transcendence of its era,” he told me. “The dirt poor down low life of the transient population, uprooted and outcast, and yet at the same time, the luminosity of the human spirit revealed through the pressure of poverty and desperation.” I had a longer conversation with Shillinglaw, a recent President’s Scholar Award honoree, and a longtime professor of English and comparative literature at SJSU. She marked the 75<sup>th</sup>anniversary with her new book, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">On Reading the Grapes of Wrath</i> (Penguin, $14.) Shillinglaw sat down with Catamaran to talk about the origins of <i>The Grapes of Wrath </i>and the reason it continues to enchant, infuriate and inspire generations of readers. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Read about our conversation in <a href="http://catamaranliteraryreader.com/">the latest issue of Catamaran, now available at a bookstore near you. </a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-44404954756701374582014-08-05T14:14:00.002-07:002014-08-05T14:14:27.722-07:00coming soon from Catamaran Literary Reader: Beyond Wild: Gail Storey and Aspen Matis face the wilderness on the Pacific Crest Trail<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb1mlcIiO0s/U-FIdQnHINI/AAAAAAAAA20/Ts3UrTd2UTw/s1600/Front+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb1mlcIiO0s/U-FIdQnHINI/AAAAAAAAA20/Ts3UrTd2UTw/s1600/Front+Cover.jpg" height="320" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Coming soon from <i>Catamaran Literary Reader</i> at a bookstore or mailbox near you: the forthcoming issue of our magazine includes my brief essay on women facing the wilderness on the Pacific Crest Trail, with a detailed Q &amp; A with <i>Gail Storey </i>and <i>Aspen Matis </i>and with prominent mentions of <i>Cheryl Strayed</i> and <i>Suzanne Roberts.</i>&nbsp;There is no online version of the magazine at this time but you can find out where to buy it and how to describe by visiting us <a href="http://catamaranliteraryreader.com/">here.&nbsp;</a>&nbsp;Also, please get your hands on the current issue of <i>Catamaran, </i>which is another great one, with contributions from Paul Muldoon, an overlooked piece of writing from John Steinbeck, new work from Ursula K Le Guin and Nathaniel Mackey and my interview with Susan Shillinglaw about the 75th anniversary of <i>The Grapes of Wrath</i>'s publication. I hope you're all having a good summer and I'll see you out in the mountains.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-81311977200077217662014-06-19T11:47:00.004-07:002014-06-19T11:59:01.638-07:00My Cactuseaters Blog Tour &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O92mVlAO7Lo/U6MyFxCkAuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/uV8EY12jlY4/s1600/hitchhike+pct.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O92mVlAO7Lo/U6MyFxCkAuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/uV8EY12jlY4/s1600/hitchhike+pct.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thank you to my friend Samuel Autman for asking me to participate in the Blog Tour, in which a group of writers talk about their latest projects and share a few words about their writing process. So here I am, taking part and passing it on. <a href="http://samuelautman.tumblr.com/post/88927551491/my-first-and-possibly-only-blog-tour">Read here about Samuel's writing process.</a> Here goes:</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1. <b>What are you working on?</b> For the last couple of years I have been working on a book that is now under contract with Henry Holt &amp; Company. The working title is <i>Soaked to the Bone. </i>It is an embodied history of American camping, meaning that I must participate -- enthusiastically, and sometimes dangerously -- in every form of camping I write about. I am using a combination of research and history and my own adventures to tell the story of recreational camping's evolution from the late 1860s to the present day. Along the way I explore the world of glamping, survivalist camping, Leave No Trace practices and RV snow birding, among others.&nbsp;&nbsp;There will be a few outrageous scenarios and a blend of comedy and weirdness, ecology, adventure, and contemplation.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #222222; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">2. &nbsp;How does your work differ from others’ work in the same genre?</strong><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">&nbsp;I have an 'all in' approach. I try very hard to be honest and candid in a way that serves the story and cuts to the truth of the situation. I try not to worry too much about having a narrative voice that is 100 percent cuddly and&nbsp;likable all the time. I think some of the&nbsp;strength of the work lies in my candor, my willingness to 'go there' and not flinch.&nbsp;</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">3. </span><b style="line-height: 20px;">Why do you write what I do? </b><span style="line-height: 20px;">I'm a fairly shy person -- depending on the situation -- and kind of a bookworm, so travel writing gives me a license to see the world, while my Olympus recorder and writing pads and pens give me a new identity that makes me feel more comfortable cold-calling people or walking up to them at campsites and taking down their stories, finding out about their camping process, and asking all sorts of pesky&nbsp;questions that would be hard to ask if I didn't have a project and a mission as an excuse. Writing really is a way for me to engage with life. Every so often i hear people gripe that certain writers seem to live through something just so they can write about it. A few people even said that to me after my first book, The Cactus Eaters, came out. That may be true for some writers, but what about the rest of us who write about something just so we can live&nbsp;through it?&nbsp;</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">4. </span><b style="line-height: 20px;">How does your writing&nbsp;process work? </b><span style="line-height: 20px;">I have a gargantuan Word file that serves as a kind of rolling scroll or possibilities bag. I just shoehorn bits of research and daily thoughts in there, and i have other files with saved Proquest documents and database files, with notes riffing on them, and separate folders for interviews. &nbsp;In the early phases, I imagine my process as a great big dredging net, dragging the ocean floor. I just try to spread the net as widely as possible. At some point when I feel I have sufficient 'stuff' -- enough recollections, enough interviews and context -- i start creating a separate file, and I start roughing out a structure. Sometimes I'll create a summarized version of the text -- a kind of short- story version -- and rough it out&nbsp;from the best stuff I've&nbsp;recovered from the Monster File. I never, ever get it right the first time. My first drafts are&nbsp;embarrassing -- horrible.&nbsp;</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">I have invited a couple of great folks to participate in the Blog Tour. I hope you hear from them soon!&nbsp;</span></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-66415322788861937902014-06-02T10:10:00.001-07:002014-06-02T10:10:02.053-07:00Battered scuzzy copies of the Cactus Eaters ... Lately I've signed some seriously scary copies of my book. A few of them looked like somebody dropped them in a lake, rolled them down a hill, or cleaned their showers with them.&nbsp; I signed them anyways. I am willing to sign anything except for a blank check. In other news, I'm heading to the Hoh rainforest very soon to spend time with the bugling elk and write about "quiet camping" for my new book. Also, thank you for your continued support of my first book. It keeps creeping along, slowly, inexorably, like a slimy but determined hermit crab at the bottom of the ocean. <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-70370549779643006502014-05-02T16:09:00.005-07:002014-05-02T16:09:54.082-07:00Twenty years ago this week ...... I prepped for the Pacific Crest Trail by baking boatloads of granola. Oh to be young &amp; dunderheaded again. <span class="userContent">On that fateful week, I baked dozens of batches of appalling, inedible granola to take with me on the Pacific Crest Trail. Every time I stopped at a new trail destination, another enormous baggie&nbsp; awaited me, spoiled cashews, burned oats, and all. Tehachapi? I opened up my supply box and out came a baggie of home-baked granola cinders. Kennedy Meadows? A mountain of scorched granola awaited me once again. The overwhelming bulk of it wound up in the "free pile." So if you're evem thinking of hiking the PCT right now, do me a favor and taste test everything before you ship it to yourself. And avoid sending perishable stuff with nuts that will turn&nbsp; rancid and sour on you or buttered oats that will grow blue fuzzy stuff by the time you get to eat them.&nbsp; Your taste buds will thank you.&nbsp;</span> <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GoUHlZDP90/U2QkVDU8fWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/EB7bvLijDxU/s1600/granola-dan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GoUHlZDP90/U2QkVDU8fWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/EB7bvLijDxU/s1600/granola-dan.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-17676009232237636532014-04-14T12:15:00.001-07:002014-04-14T12:15:11.945-07:00My recipe for coconut macaroons (minus the dead-skin texture that makes most macaroons so disgusting to eat.)Here is <a href="http://bayareaparent.com/blog/passover-macaroons/">my recipe</a>, which appears this week in Bay Area Parent. I hope you like this. I had some good success with it this week. <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-11849831645375809812014-03-31T08:19:00.001-07:002014-06-02T10:10:54.747-07:00In light of my new camping book project, here is my list of backcountry survival tips (corrected version, with new information supplied by Mossberg enthusiast.)NEVER bring a fondue maker into the woods with you. The bread crumbs, fruit wedges, gas and molten cheese will form a white magma that will spew all over you, leaving fourth-degree burns all over your entire body.<br /><br />NEVER cook a meal while sitting inside your tent, even when it’s raining outside. (Trust me. Your tent will explode.)<br /><br />NEVER forget that “freeze-dried’’ and “chili’’ is a very bad combination. (Trust me. You will explode.)<br /><br />NEVER try to reason with anyone riding an All-Terrain Vehicle --- especially if he or she is drunk and holding a 12-gauge Mossberg shotgun and wearing a knit cap that says "I Like Big Jugs.''<br /><br />NEVER try to make your girlfriend, or boyfriend, hike faster by calling out a military cadence in a fake Southern accent. ("Sound off, sound off, one, two, three, foe!")<br /><br />NEVER attempt to brush your teeth in total darkness. Preparation H does not fight gum recession. And it tastes fishy. <br /><br />NEVER bring artisan-quality cheddar cheese into the Mojave Desert with you in mid-June. A horrid white pus will extrude from the cheese, and you will vomit.<br /><br />NEVER set up your tent in the middle of a mule trail in the North Cascades. Brighty, Big Snort and Old Thunder will trample you to death in your sleep. <br /><br />NEVER underestimate the amount of toilet paper you will use in the backcountry. Sticks and stones won't break your bones but they will leave nicks and abrasions on your derriere.)<br /><br />NEVER camp at a suspiciously beautiful, yet strangely empty, lakeside campsite. It is probably empty for very good reasons (think “flood plain,’’ “poisoned water’’ and “spaniel-sized mosquitoes.’’)<br /><br />NEVER eat the freeze-dried stroganoff. It has been mummified and sealed away for good reason. <br /><br />NEVER cut the handles off the toothbrush “to save pack weight.’’ Toothbrushes weigh less than an ounce – and if you try to brush your teeth with the head of a toothbrush, it will fall down your throat and lodge in your trachea, and you will die. <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-80814767785621224482014-02-14T16:48:00.001-08:002014-02-14T16:48:20.715-08:00Happy Valentines Day, everybody, from my new friend Gertie the Alligator Here she is.<br /><br />We met in the Everglades last week and got along famously.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-za2H7lZit1Y/Uv65KhX2_WI/AAAAAAAAA1w/SBCPA79zlNw/s1600/1620589_10203324299412507_444330700_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-za2H7lZit1Y/Uv65KhX2_WI/AAAAAAAAA1w/SBCPA79zlNw/s1600/1620589_10203324299412507_444330700_n.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-58939474522914480132014-02-03T13:34:00.002-08:002014-02-03T13:34:28.217-08:00Bound for the EvergladesThis will be part of my new book in progress, tentatively titled <i>Soaked to the Bone.</i> I'll take loads of notes. Looking forward to the gators but not so much the mosquitoes. Thinking I should have seam-sealed my tent; potential rain out there. More soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-81783278903314795612013-11-26T12:29:00.001-08:002013-11-26T12:29:09.161-08:00My recipe for 'ugly latkes'I know this blog has run its course, but Chanukah and Thanksgiving won't coincide again until about 25,000 years. By then, we'll all have four brains and gills like Kevin Costner in <i>Waterworld. </i>Maybe we won't even have tastebuds. Truly,&nbsp;it's now or never. <a href="http://blogs.parenthood.com/bayareaparent/2013/11/26/a-beginners-guide-to-hannukah-latkes/">Hope you like this recipe</a>. And remember, cook the hell out of them! &nbsp;Douse them in oil and fry them until they can take no more.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-72277569958328233422013-08-01T09:06:00.005-07:002013-12-09T09:30:00.707-08:00My new book, and mothballed until further notice<br /><br />I am temporarily mothballing the <b>Cactuseaters </b>blog as I gear up for my second book, which is now under contract with HarperCollins. The working title is&nbsp;<b>Soaked to the Bone: 15,000 Years of American Camping, </b>and should be in your hands by 2016 I hope.&nbsp;I will try to update this from time to time, but meanwhile, I have embedded my Twitter feed in the right hand corner of this blog so I can at least keep you up to date about new adventures, etc.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9U56kOJS5fY/UpO4icTUFpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/_oq3_3_gQY4/s1600/cactuscover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9U56kOJS5fY/UpO4icTUFpI/AAAAAAAAA0w/_oq3_3_gQY4/s320/cactuscover.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br />I&nbsp;am contemplating a new website built around the upcoming book project. And, if you are seeking information on The Cactus Eaters, <a href="http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/2010/11/walking-in-footsteps-of-john-muir.html">here are reviews and related links</a>, and here is <a href="http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/2010/10/cactus-eaters-faq-trail-links-and-odds.html">the recently updated Frequently Asked Questions link.&nbsp;</a>&nbsp;Meanwhile, please take a look at forthcoming issues of<i> Catamaran</i> for my essays about -- and interviews with -- T.C. Boyle, Lawrence Weschler, Helene Wecker, Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston and others.<br /><br />By the way, I appreciate all of your emails, and it was fun to answer some of them the other day while hanging out at <a href="http://www.suppenkuche.com/">Suppenkuche in SF </a>and nursing an enormous, frosty beer. Thank you for staying in touch. It is so weird to have a book out there and have no idea what it's up to; the book never stays in contact with me, it never calls, it never writes, and I haven't done a very good job of keeping up with it, either. So thank you for letting me know its whereabouts and whether it is getting into trouble or needs a hand-out from me every once in a while. More news and updates soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-77024072786498441962013-07-10T16:00:00.002-07:002013-07-10T16:01:09.589-07:00Writers who won't quit: responses to "The Man in the Shoebox"Hi everyone. I found a couple of lovely pieces inspired by my Poets &amp; Writers piece from last fall. I loved reading these, and here they are, from <a href="http://www.theheartofmemoir.com/tag/dedication/">The Heart of the Memoir</a> and <a href="http://www.pamwrites.net/2012/11/03/you-know-youre-a-writer-when/">Pam Parker</a>.<br /><br />I would send you a link to my story, too, but I can't because it's behind a paywall, but perhaps at some point I'll figure out a way to put up a link here. Anyway, it was an honor to read these, and sorry to be tardy about linking to your stories on my blog. I almost never check up on online responses to anything I write (and if you have read my story in <i>Poets &amp; Writers,</i> you'll know why I only look once or twice a year!!) Also, it was fun to see a mention of Annie Dillard in <i>The Heart of the Memoir;</i> she was one of my teachers a long time ago (though I didn't mention her in the <i>Poets</i> piece.) In other news, I am hard at work on a brand-new project, and I'm hoping to get that into your hands in a couple of years or so. All for now. <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-61080992373632883552013-06-24T16:54:00.000-07:002013-06-24T16:54:05.887-07:00Now in bookstores nationwide (and in Canada)! Latest issue of Catamaran is hot off the presses<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ot8tDqnqUlw/Ucjb-IppaoI/AAAAAAAAAz4/kNs-kMHYC8I/s1600/CAtcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ot8tDqnqUlw/Ucjb-IppaoI/AAAAAAAAAz4/kNs-kMHYC8I/s320/CAtcover.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'm hoping you're all getting your hands <a href="http://catamaranliteraryreader.com/">on the latest issue of Catamaran</a> (which is analog-only, by the way, and you'll see why when you get your hands on the magazine. Reading it is a very tactile experience.**) And thank you to all the great feedback and messages about the new issue. Catherine Segurson did a beautiful job with the design and layout; you will not find a more beautiful-looking lit magazine anywhere. Here is a brief excerpt of my interview with Lawrence Weschler, “Convergences, Chance Discoveries, and Going Back to Kindergarten,” featured in our summer issue. Weschler has been a staff writer for the New Yorker, and finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award for Nonfiction and the Pulitzer Prize for General Nonfiction. Of late he has directed the New York Institute for Humanities at NYU. Here he is describing an ongoing artistic disagreement between the artists Robert Irwin and David Hockney:<br /><br />“Sometime later I happened to be writing a catalog essay for an upcoming Irwin show, which in turn was very consciously on Irwin’s part a refutation of Hockney. And the two of them have been going at it like that for thirty-five years. I write about one and the other calls me and tells me, “Not true.” I write about the other one, same thing. This goes on and on, and, yes, as you say, they have never met. The thing that’s fun about it is that it’s not a stupid argument they’re having. They’re having a very deep and interesting argument.”<br /><br />Hope you are having a great summer. Chances are I'll see you out on some campground somewhere, as 'the camping project' continues in earnest.<br /><br /><i>*** however, an e-reader version is in the works. Not sure when that's coming out.&nbsp;</i><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-59260714279633438482013-06-18T10:47:00.001-07:002013-06-19T08:23:49.589-07:00Images from the Pacific Crest Trail in light of my recent return to the PCT, I thought I'd post some shots (new and vintage) and some illustrations and cartoons from various locations on and around the trail. Here goes. And by the way, I am so impressed by this new generation of clean, well-scrubbed trail hikers. As you can see, when I hiked the PCT, I did not place much of a premium on cleanliness at all. I've scrambled the sequence to test the memories of all you trail obsessives. (Do you think you can identify the various forests and mountains where these pictures were taken?) &nbsp;If you're a true PCT old timer, you surely remember the kind-hearted, porkpie-hat-wearing fellow who appears in two of these pictures ...<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukY2rkdP080/SIO2Qc5jZVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oFIX3C9Mqf0/s1600/White03-R1-E001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukY2rkdP080/SIO2Qc5jZVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oFIX3C9Mqf0/s320/White03-R1-E001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7fLx2MHCSw/SIO2lVP1niI/AAAAAAAAABE/vT85WzjIMUE/s1600/White03-R1-E002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7fLx2MHCSw/SIO2lVP1niI/AAAAAAAAABE/vT85WzjIMUE/s320/White03-R1-E002.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28570556.post-15329124038292120592013-06-11T11:14:00.003-07:002013-06-18T10:43:19.321-07:00My return to the Pacific Crest Trail (and I just saw a big fat bear!!!) <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uabqjkDlAVY/SNE2E0s01OI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MhziomFqz2E/s1600/scratch+bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="169" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uabqjkDlAVY/SNE2E0s01OI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MhziomFqz2E/s320/scratch+bear.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Happy to report that I returned to the PCT for the first time in a very long time, and I had the chance to meet five through hikers and talk to them for a little while. Four were polite but slightly grumpy and tired looking -- probably because they are lugging 50 pounds of pack weight across the mountains! Oh man. My back ached just looking at all that pack weight.<br /><br />I met another through-hiker near the San Joaquin River. He was carrying very little, his pack looked really light -- and he was smiling like he was having the time of his life!<br /><br />Anyways, it sure was great to meet all those hikers. I told them all that I was a PCT walker, class of '93 and '94.<br /><br />By the way, I found it really strange that none of the hikers had seen a bear at all when I met them. Not one bear between Mexico and Reds Meadow, CA? The weird thing is, I saw a bear that very same day! After finishing my miniature PCT hike, I took a drive at dusk on Old Mammoth Road in the Eastern Sierra (a good 15 miles or so from the actual PCT). I stopped at a beautiful overlook, next to a truly wild looking, burly patch of land with yellow wildflowers growing on it, and at that very moment a big fat brown bear (fully grown male, by the look of him) came tumbling out of the woods, shaking his ears and staring right at me!<br /><br />We looked at each other for a good long time, and then, without making any noise at all, he waddled through the meadow and into a copse of trees.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default</div>cactuseatershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442154730680441298noreply@blogger.com0